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William Jones sits on his bed, still tired of last night's blessing. Being left locked in the Crystal Palace by their distraction with Emma was something he would never expected, but the moment was a beautiful memory for him. Sharing a long time talking about his childhood, kissing the woman he loves and guarding her dream, was too good to be all true. 'Was all that a dream?' It's a constant doubt that appears the more he thinks about it. A smile shines as he recalls the taste of Emma's lips, the warmth of her breath on his face, everything.
"Oh Emma!" William sighs as he lays back on his bed, drunk with the thought of the last night.
The hours pass by and William keeps ignoring the knocks at the door, that's most likely by a butler to tell him his father wants to talk to him. He doesn't plan to leave the bed just to get scolded. William would rather spend that time thinking in Emma. In the dress she wore and jewelry she had, a delight for his eyes to see such a beautiful woman and being close to her the whole day. A wide smile is curces on his face.
William admits to himself that he didn't pay much mind to what she'd dress like, a part of him was expecting her to go with her maid oufit. Jones chuckles at his silly thoughts. Was he still a little kid to think someone would wear the same clothes everyday and everywhere.
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Even when he slept until 3 pm, he hasn't completely recover for the sleepless night. He lazily leaves his bed to see the same view from his window, a green forest that grows almost wild in his family propriety.
"Oh Emma!" He sighs again as he touches the sash, wishing to be back with her.
The afternoon continues with the predictable scold from his father. William knew he would talk about the Campbell and how embarrassed he was with his attitude toward their visit. Even when he would never say it, he was thinking in how he would gladly misses 100 aristocrat meetings if that means he could spend one hour with Emma. The blond man had to fight the smirk that his selfish thought was provoking, he doesn't want to extent this talk more than necessary.
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At the sunset, William looks outside from his desk, his office is empty and quiet, showered with the orange hue of the end of the day. By no one's surprise the madly in love man is thinking in Emma and the last night. He sighs again and repeat her name like a mantra.
The moment he heards the main door cracking open by maid, he takes a couple of papers and his steel pen to pretend he was busy working in his duties and not thinking in the beautiful maid that works with Mrs. Stowner.
As the acts continues under the presence of the other maid, he starts writing down his ideas of Emma on paper.
Dear Emma,
I want to see you again, contemplate your smile until the day dies.
My thoughts of you keep me going in the boring and endless routine of my duties.
You know the power you has over me, my dear?
If you want me to dance, I'll dance until my strength leave my body.
If you want me to sing, I'll sing the love for you until my throat give up and even then it wouldn't be enough to say it all.
If you want my kisses I'll kiss you as it was the last day of my life.
The maid left the room short after he started writing, but William didn't notice it. As a cursed man, he keeps writing, with Emma on her mind, forgetting the responsibilities of his lineage and the weight of the social position. In those lines he's free to write down a fraction of the what his mind is drowning in. An affection for a woman that knows no limit, he feels everything it's possible as long as he's next to her.
All the joy and passion that flows out of him onto the paper halts the second he writes:
Let's dance under the moon, kiss below the sun. That our love run as free as the wind.
William stays in silence, looking at those words, pondering the implications of his wish. What he has to sacrifice and fight against for something like that and even with that, he knows he would go through all it for a lifetime with her. Her beloved Emma.
William gathers the papers and store them behind a locked drawer on top of receipts and business logs. Those papers with a his rushed handwriting was more important that any deal in the present or future.
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William goes to the kitchen to look for something to eat, since his time in the office was longer than he perceived it, that's what happens when the heart does the task.
At his room, after eating something a maid made in a rush, William looks at his bed, even when it's big and soft made with the finest materials, it feels cold and inferior compared to the rock hard spot where they improvised a bed and where he guarded Emma's dreams.
After getting ready to sleep, he looks at the window, the night feels different he wants to be next to her and wishes that someday he would be able to be with his beloved, without caring for what he needs to sacrifice to be with her, to kiss her lips and hug her body.
Even when William doesn't feel necessary tired, he tucks himself in the bed, still thinking in Emma, in how she must doing now.
'Is she thinking in me in the same way I am?' He wonders while looks at the roof. 'Has she been the whole day thinking about our night in the Crystal Palace?'
Even when a doubt tries to creep to his mind, he looks at the full moon that illuminates the dark night and gets comfort by it, the fact that both are under the same night sky that doesn't care about social classes or money.
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In other place on London, Emma combs her long hair, she is wearing her night gown and the small room it's lighted by a single candle. Her mind wanders on the sweet memories of yesterday, the date with William was something special for her, listening to his childhood stories was sweet and leave her wanting to know more of him. The night felt short to all she wanted to ask and listen.
"How long I've been combing my hair?" She chuckles as how silly all this situation is. That's how the day went for her with her mind going back to the date.
After fixing her hair to sleep, she lay down under her blanket and her mind takes her back to William's soft lips that she taste in every kiss, in how warm his cheeks felt against hers and the small excited noises he failed to stop. All of these charming details are locked in a special place of her heart.
The distant lovers sleep well in another night in Lodon, thinking in each other, with a wish for a future where thwy can live this love with the intensity it deserves.